Page 61 of Alpha Brock
Astrid swallows every drop like the good fucking girl she is, popping off my dick and licking her lips as she rolls off of me, a sleepy, sated smile stretching her lips. We’re lying opposite one another on the bed- her feet are up on the pillow beside my head- and I crane my neck to look down at her, forever in fucking awe of this girl that blew into my life like a goddamn hurricane and shook everything up.
“I feel like I need another shower,” Astrid giggles, her damp curls falling over her face as she props herself up on her elbows.
I smirk, sitting up. If she wants another shower, I’m going in there with her. I twist at the waist, sliding my arms underneath her body and scooping her into my arms. She squeals and kicks her legs, but her arms come around my neck, signaling that she’s not putting up a real fight here.
I carry Astrid into the bathroom and set her down so I can reach into the shower and turn it on. Water pours from the large rainfall style shower head and as we wait for it to heat up, I shove her against the wall, kissing her lips, her face, her neck. When steam begins to rise from the tile, I lead her into the shower and we soap each other up. Things quickly escalate-because when don’t they between the two of us?-and before long I’m fucking her up against the tile wall of the shower as my name rolls from her lips like an incantation.
I don’t know what it is about her. I should be more cautious about getting involved, but I also can’t get enough, and my dick’s constantly overriding my common sense. When we’re done in the shower, Astrid sneaks downstairs to get dressed and ready for the day while I throw on jeans and a hoodie and head to the kitchen to grab some coffee.
As soon as I hit the bottom of the stairs, I’m met with Brent’s shit-eating grin from his usual spot in the kitchen- sitting on the counter beside the fridge. If only he knew I fucked Astrid right there earlier this week.
“You’re looking bright eyed and bushy tailed,” Brent teases, tossing me a wink.
I roll my eyes in response, heading straight for the coffee pot. “Fuck off.”
Jared chuckles, grabbing a cup out of the cabinet and handing it over to me. I fill it up and immediately bring it to my lips, swallowing down a few gulps.
“Surprised you’re still here, you two are usually on your way to the complex by now,” Jared comments, eyeing me as he lifts his own coffee mug.
“She’s gotta go to Goldenleaf this morning for the last wave of Denver refugees,” I say, sliding my cup onto the counter. I look up to the cabinet behind Jared, giving a little flick of my head. “Let me get another one.”
He moves aside, grabbing another mug from inside the cabinet and handing it to me. I fill it up and set it on the kitchen island before picking up my own cup again. All the while, Jared is watching me curiously, but he doesn’t say a word.
“Good morning!” Astrid sings as she strides into the kitchen, her typical cheerful smile on her face.
Brent and Jared both greet her warmly as she makes a beeline for the coffee pot, but I catch her around the waist, pulling her back against my chest.
“Here,” I grunt, reaching onto the island for the cup I already filled for her.
She turns to look at me over her shoulder as she takes it in her hands, her eyes lighting up. “Thanks!”
“No problem,” I mumble, sipping from my own cup as my other arm returns to wrap around her waist possessively.
I can tell Brent wants to say something so fucking bad, but I shoot him a look that must change his mind, because instead he turns to Jared and the two of them start discussing where to go out tonight. Astrid and I just listen to them for a few minutes, finishing our coffee. I’m sure we’ll wind up at the Goldenleaf bar tonight like the squad does every Saturday. And speaking of Goldenleaf…
I lean my head down beside Astrid’s, murmuring in her ear. “You ready to go?”
She drinks down the last sip of her coffee, wriggling out of my grasp. “Yeah, let’s do it.” She flashes me a bright smile that’s way too chipper for this early in the morning, taking my mug from my hand and dropping it into the sink along with her own.
“See you guys later!” she chirps to Brent and Jared as we both turn to head for the door, exiting the packhouse, climbing in the Escalade, and heading to Goldenleaf.
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Astrid
Brock comes around to the passenger side of the Escalade, holding onto the open door as I climb out in front of the Goldenleaf packhouse. When his eyes land on me, the corner of his mouth ticks up into a slight smile- I’ve been earning those more frequently from him these days. His icy exterior seems to finally be thawing, no thanks to any admission of my own.
It has been days since I came to the realization that the two of us are mates, and I still haven’t told him. This is completely uncharted territory- I don’t fully know how these visions work yet or if the ones of the future are subject to change. There was no indication in the vision whether Brock and I are fated mates or chosen mates, but I feel it in my bones that we’re fated; that’s what my intuition has been trying to tell me all along. Given what he’s been through, though, the mate bond is a touchy subject.
There’s also the issue of timing. We’re still getting to know each other, and the man is so guarded- would it freak him out to know that we’re mates at this point? And then there’s the matter of the battle with the shadow pack happening in less than a week… would this knowledge be a distraction? I honestly don’t know what to do, so I haven’t done anything except sit on the information and wait, hoping that as the days went on, the right thing to do would become clear. So far, it hasn’t.
The two of us make our way up the front walk, and before we even reach the door, Fallon is pulling it open to greet us.
“I was beginning to wonder if you were still coming,” she comments, gesturing for us to come inside.
Brock rolls his eyes as he steps past Fallon but doesn’t say anything. We’re a whole five minutes late- the girl is obviously being dramatic.
“So sorry,” I breathe, stepping inside and rising up on my tiptoes to throw an arm around her shoulders, greeting her with a half-hug. Through my intuition, I instantly pick up the vibe from her that she’s nervous; she’s still settling into her role as Luna of her pack and the tasks associated with leading them through this shadow pack mess have her anxious. I can’t fault her for it- this is a lot for anyone to handle, let alone someone so young.